Dead land, deepest place.

Here, darkness does not fall, there is no fog around, and there is no trace of ghosts.

There is only a pool of black water here, so dark that there is no bottom, so black that there is no reflection.

Whoa......

Suddenly, a stunningly beautiful woman sat up from the black water, revealing her naked upper body.

The woman has black hair and blue eyes, her eyes are full of color, her posture is charming and plump, her hair is foggy, and she hugs Yunhe obliquely, which is very sultry.

The woman's face was expressionless, but her temperament seemed to be angry, laughing and resentful, and there was more lewdness in it, which was really weird and demonic.

"Finally awake!"

"What about my children?"

The woman looked around, and the green light flashed in her eyes, and she actually saw through the layers of clouds and mist, and saw everything that happened in the dead land.

In the northern area, a group of strong barbarian warriors entered the death place along the passage between the two clans, and the boundless blood attracted countless yin objects to peep, and the longing eyes in the darkness made the barbarian warriors feel like a man.

In the eastern region, countless Terran scholars are bleeding and falling. Of course, there are also countless barbarian warriors who spill their blood in the sky and return to their deaths.

In the southern area, the same groups of bloody Great Wall guards marched into the place of death in a neat line, each soldier with a word written on his face that he was at home and fearless.

In the western area, at the end of the passage between the two tribes, rivers of blood flowed and corpses were everywhere.

As early as three days ago, the passage between the two clans ushered in a big battle, and the battlefield continued like a meat grinder, I don't know how long it will last.

It was precisely because of the desperate fight of the warriors of the two clans that the blood soaked into the ground that the saint-like existence of the Kui Mother, that is, the beautiful woman in the black water, the lord of the dead land.

"Here...... Over here...... Be...... New world? ”

"Ancient existence...... Rumors of the Underworld...... Battle of the Two Realms...... Is it about to be opened? ”

"Heaven and earth seem to have changed......

"This is a robbery...... The smell of calamity ......"

"I ...... Mother of Demons......"

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In the dead land, the warriors are roaring furiously, the ghosts are howling and wailing, the scholars are reciting the scriptures, and the saints are looking down on all beings.

And Wushan, who has followed the Netherworld scholar Xu Jie, is about to enter the first line of heaven.

Wu Shan stared at the back of the netherworld scholar Xu Jie, and was extremely interested in the large umbrella that flew out of the bookcase on Xu Jie's back.

Xu Jie, like having long eyes on his back, saw the curiosity in Wushan and Zhao Yuejin's eyes, and explained calmly and casually.

"Although the charm of the wind is invisible, there are traces to be found."

"It comes with the wind, and my umbrella can isolate the yin wind, and it can resist the wind and yin charm."

"Of course, it's not enough to have my umbrella alone, the two brothers have to close their ears and veins to isolate the echo of the wind and the charm."

Wu Shan and Zhao Yuejin, who heard the words, glanced at each other, nodded their heads, and their respective ears and pulses had been closed between the blood and qi movements.

Of course, Wushan and Zhao Yuejin were very cautious, and the two of them used their own means to spread layers of enchantments on their bodies.

Zhao Yuejin was even more powerful, and the killing soul outside his body swelled in a large circle with a snort, enveloping Wushan and the Netherworld scholar Xu Jie.

In this way, one before and two later, the three of them walked into a line of sky.

Puff puff......

As soon as he entered the first line of heaven, the paper umbrella above the head of the Netherworld scholar Xu Jie's head made a popping sound, as if something was impacting, which was extremely abnormal.

"Attention, they've appeared!"

The Netherworld scholar Xu Jie reminded the two of Wushan, and his tone was still very indifferent.

Wu Shan was surprised, because he and Zhao Yuejin had closed their ear pulses, and they were now deaf people.

However, the voice of the Netherworld scholar Xu Jie sounded in the hearts of Wushan and Zhao Yuejin, and it was amazing.

Wushan turned his head and saw Zhao Yuejin, who also looked horrified, but in Zhao Yuejin's eyes, Wushan also saw vigilance.

After Wu Shan handed Zhao Yuejin a look that was a little calm and impatient, he tightened the murder gun in his hand, and followed the Netherworld scholar Xu Jie.

Along the way, there was not a single ghost, nor half of the bones, and Wushan was a little suspicious that the ghost of the wind in the mouth of the netherworld scholar Xu Jie's mouth was so terrifying.

Halfway through the journey, the popping sound on the paper umbrella never stopped.

"Be careful, there's a return wind puppet ahead!"

Before Wushan and Zhao Yuejin could come back to their senses, the voice of the Netherworld scholar Xu Jie's voice sounded in Wushan and Zhao Yuejin's hearts again.

"The Returning Wind Golems are the masterpieces of the Returning Wind Yin Demon, they are lifeless, unconscious, and not afraid of death."

"If you want to kill them, you can only smash them to pieces, or burn them to the ground."

As soon as the Netherworld Scholar Xu Jie's words fell, three wind puppets got up from the snow and blocked the way of the three of them.

Speaking of killing the enemy, the soldier Zhao Yuejin picked up his spear and stepped forward, wanting to kill the puppet.

However, Zhao Yuejin was stopped by the Netherworld Scholar.

"I'll do it!"

"The barrier defense area of my umbrella is not large, and this place is not suitable for fighting."

With that, the Nether Scholar waved his hand, and a cloud of Nether Ghost Fire flew out of his sleeve, turning into three balls and landing on top of the puppet.

Zizizi......

The ghost fire burns the skeleton and torso of the puppet, like oil meets fire, and it is out of control.

Suddenly, a cloudy wind rose in the sky, and snowflakes fell on the three puppets like clumps of cotton, trying to extinguish the ghostly fire on the puppets.

It's a pity that no matter how big the snowflakes are, they can't suppress the ghost fire!

Eventually, the puppet fell to the ground and was burned to black ash by the ghostly fire.

Puff puff......

Suddenly, on the paper umbrella, the popping sound became more dense and intense.

The Netherworld scholar Xu Jie was still indifferent, ignoring the strange appearance on the paper umbrella above his head, and took a leisurely step, leading Wushan and Zhao Yuejin to continue to move forward.

Suffering from this encounter, Wu Shan and Zhao Yuejin had a further understanding of the methods of the Netherworld Scholars, which were definitely not something that could be used in the Sixth Realm.

In other words, the Netherworld Scholar Xu Jie, most likely an existence of the Seventh Realm.

After this speculation, Wushan and Zhao Yuejin couldn't help but look at each other, and the two of them once again had a sense of vigilance in their hearts.

In the second half of the journey, although there were no other twists and turns, Wushan still saw some blood stains and stumps on the way.

As can be seen from the stump limb, it should be a limb belonging to the barbarians.

This made Wu Shan and Zhao Yuejin's eyes narrow slightly, a cold light burst out of their eyes, and their thoughts deepened.

"Returning a good thing like Yang Guo is not only desired by the Yin Soul and Ghost Creature of the Dead Land, but also by the warriors of the human and barbarian races who cultivate qi and blood."

"This time to snatch the Yang Returning Fruit, I can stop most of the Yin Soul Ghosts."

"As for the barbarians and other dead creatures, I'm not good at dealing with them, and these opponents have to rely on the two brothers."

While speaking, the three of them had already walked through a line of heaven, and the paper umbrella above the head of the netherworld scholar Xu Jiejie also flew back to the bookcase.

Where Wushan is located, there is no cloudy wind or snow.

It's just that the surrounding environment seems to be darker.